"Since you know it's not easy, you should've behaved yourself," Stanley Batton responded half-heartedly. He looked ahead, not even bothering to glance at Tom Sullivan.
Right at this moment, Bailey Ronson walked out of the hall.
Seeing the scene in front of her, Bailey immediately closed the door behind her and strode toward them, coming to a halt beside Tom. Likewise, she tried to beg Stanley for mercy humbly. "Stan, please forgive me. I know that I was wrong and I've learnt from my mistake." Pure disgust was all that was on Xyla's mind as she looked at Bailey.
Thinking about everything she had done at the banquet today and how she used to support Tom Sullivan to dump her, Xyla could never forgive her.
Xyla's kidney was right there in her body.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, all through her life, she took everything for granted and she never appreciated them. Was there a need to sympathize with such an ungrateful person? "If an apology helps, why do we need the police on earth?" Without bothering to talk to them, Stanley hugged Xyla and made his way to the hall.
Despair washed over Bailey. She hugged Tom tightly and helplessly, tears flowing down her cheeks as she muttered, "Son, we're done for, aren't we? Isn't that Xyla heartless? Although I'm at fault, why doesn't she try to help us? She deserves to die!" "It's unsurprising that Xyla gets mad at us. After all, what you did just now was... But she really doesn't bother to help us at all. That's so cruel." "Cruel? She's evil, okay? I'm so disgusted at her." Bailey stomped her foot in rage.
As soon as Bailey finished her sentence, the door of the hall flung open again.
Tony Sullivan darted out of the hall with a gloomy face and headed straight for Bailey. Raising his hand, he threw his hand forward as hard as he could, swinging it across her face.
He slapped her with all his might.
Very soon, Bailey's right cheek becswollen. There was blood at the corner of her lips.
She was looked on blankly, stunned. Tears started to flow down her cheeks like a river escaping a dam.
She stared at Tony with her watery eyes as her hand slowly made it to her fire-red cheek. "Honey, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I made a terrible mistake... Ahhh..." Before she could finish her sentence, Tony's hand cracked across her face once more.
The slap was as loud as a clap, causing her head to reel sickeningly as a buzzing sound started to ring in her ear. "If this matter is not resolved, we'll divorce!" With that out of the way, Tony directly walked into the elevator without looking back at the two of them.
Bailey sank to the floor in shock while clutching her face with both of her hands, looking exceptionally miserable. Tom was heartbroken as he looked at his dejected mother. Immediately, he knelt and pulled her into his arms. "Please don't cry, Mom. I'll find a way to sort it out." "Tom, did you hear that? Your father wants to divorce me!" "I'm not going to let that happen." S~earch the (F)indWebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"But... we can't survive this crisis!" Bailey's arms wrapped tightly around Tom's body. She choked, thinking about that.
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"Alright, alright. I understand you're worried, but there are too many people here. It's going to worsen the sees situation, if anyone sees us like this. I'll go in to get Julian, and we'll go hfirst, okay? We'll think about how to solve the problem after that." As Tom spoke, he patted Bailey's back gently several times.
Bailey nodded slowly before climbing up from the floor, all the tm trembling. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks as fear welled up in her eyes.
Stanley soon entered the hall and bade a brief farewell to Jeremy Quest before pushing Julian Sullivan, who was in a wheelchair, straight to the hall's exit. When Emily Quest noticed that the Sullivan family was leaving, she quickly followed after them.
Tom drove all of them back to their house.
When they entered the house, no one was in the living room except for Tony.
There was a long riding crop placed on the coffee table in front of him.
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